Theodore Logan Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV [Logan's POV] Logan adjusted his costume, took a deep breath and barged in through the door. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" A deafening silence followed and in his head crickets chirped at a distance. Everyone in the room- Joy's mum, dad, Shaun, Gemma and grandpa's eyes darted from him to Joy bemusedly. Logan awkwardly tugged at his fluffy, red sleeves, wanting for the floor to open and swallow him whole.

He enjoyed the breezy breeze that hit his body in the car with the hood open. The man turned towards his younger brother. Leonard Moretti. The man with the much neater appearance is very different from his older brother. Logan is known for his physical strength. Made all his schoolmates afraid to deal with him. Whereas Leonard is famous for his genius brain. Even at a young age, he managed to create a Medical Tricorder. A portable device that can scan the medical condition of its users. But Logan felt something was different about his brother. Normally Leonard would tell Logan about the new inventions he was working on. Leonard was always excited when it came to his inventions. Although Loga

“Not to mention in your current state, you're not connected to a realm in here so I can’t heal you or give you an afterlife. Try not to die.” Logan was getting bored and very angry. The war was already strong but it seemed as though it had just begun. As different sides fought, Logan became harder to keep track of until he just vanished. He must still be around somewhere. He needed to destroy the core to kill Charles and end the world. Not to mention losing all sight of the box.

He said and the rogues leader just glared at him. " Sounds great, yh, good, A war is coming up and in order for my promise to be fulfilled, I need you to help me fight, win and conquer, that's the only way" Logan said and the Rogues leader glared at him for a while and he snarled lightly in agreement and Logan smiled. "Thank you Xerox" Logan said and the Rogue leader transformed into a wolf, a rogued wolf and he left in a flash. He was called Xerox because he was the photocopy of the previous leader.

He narrowed his eyes on Keaton and Valor. “It’s ok.” Valor dropped with a dejected expression. Keaton cleared his throat, then rose to his feet. “Logan’s mother died when he was five. The former alpha never took on the role of raising his son, as his mate’s death broke him for many years. I raised Logan, and he has goodness in him. He’s better than his father. He wants peace and I know that what he did in his past doesn't speak orderliness and he might not deserve a second chance. But please, give him one. I promise he will not disappoint you.” Keaton announced.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

"Tanner's already here he's in my office." I follow Marcus to his office and I see the gorgeous boy sat on the couch in his regular clothes. He has a good fashion sense, he's wearing a crop top and baggy jeans so I can see his taunt stomach. "Hey I'm Logan, how are you feeling about your first night?" I ask him, signing and speaking so Marcus understands what I'm saying. "Holy fuck you're hot," Tanner signs and I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Confident. I like a confident boy.

I take a blade and slit my wrist. I feel so much pain. But it was nothing in comparison with my pain. The blood started to flow from my hand and dye the water red. This red is the color of my freedom, freedom from all this pain. A tear flow from my eyes and a smile form on my face. You will not have to fight anymore I say to myself. and I was lost in darkness. Logan’s P.O.V. I was sitting sadly in my bed. What have I done? I know I wanted to hurt her and make her feel my suffering.

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."